To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,